“Don’t!”
Jiang Yan felt that he was about to perform a large-scale social death scene in front of the hospitable people of Northeast China, be reported in the newspapers, and perhaps even go on tour and give speeches.
This is much harder than fighting zombies.
"We know that you don't want to show off and do good things quietly, so the leaders have discussed it and decided to reward you with thirty yuan, some food coupons and cloth coupons, and also prepared this for you..."
Sister Qian took out an enamel pot from her briefcase like a magic trick.
How presumptuous! How could such a big jar be stuffed in there?
There was a big word "Award" printed on the jar, with Wudaogou Commune written below and a red flag painted on it.
Jiang Yan took it solemnly, this is also an honor!
Sister Qian then handed her an envelope with money and tickets inside.
The members all applauded, and Dai Dachun waved his hand, and everyone quieted down.
"Captain Bao, we have official business, so we'll leave first. Young educated youth Jiang is a good comrade, and our Victory Brigade should give her certain preferential treatment and care."
"Yes, yes, please rest assured, leader."
Director Dai nodded with satisfaction.
Sister Qian took Jiang Yan's hand and said, "Xiao Jiang, you must come to town to see me when you have time."
"Okay, don't worry, Sister Qian. I'll come to see you when I'm free. Don't think I'm annoying then."
"How could that be? You have to remember it."
After Jiang Yan gave repeated assurances, Sister Qian and Director Dai left together.
Bao Zhiguo looked at Jiang Yan thoughtfully, and said, "Little Jiang Zhiqing, you don't need to get the farm tools."
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